Part 37 (1/2)

He led the way over piles of balks of timber, across sloppy pieces of ground, over which at high tide water extended, to the edge of the wharf, where the barge floated. She was indeed all ready for her mast; her sides shone with fresh paint, her upper works were painted an emerald green, a color greatly in favor among bargemen, and there was a patch of the same on her bow, ready for the name, surrounded by gilt scrollwork.

”There she is, miss; as handsome a barge as there is afloat.”

”I want to see the cabin. What a little place!” she went on, as she and Netta went down through a narrow hatchway, ”and how low!”

”It is the usual height in barges, miss, and the same size, unless especially ordered otherwise.”

”I should like the cabin to be made very comfortable, for I think the boatman will have his wife on board. Could it not be made a little larger?”

”There would be no great difficulty about that. You see, this is a water-tight compartment, but of course it could be carried six feet farther forward and a permanent hatchway be fixed over it, and the lining made good in the new part. As to height, one might put in a good-sized skylight; it would not be usual, but of course it could be done.”

”And you could put the bed-place across there, could you not, and put a curtain to draw across it?”

”Yes, that could be managed easy enough, miss; and it would make a very tidy cabin.”

”Then how much would that cost extra?”

”Forty or fifty pounds, at the outside.”

”And when could you get it all finished, and everything painted a nice color?”

”I could get it done in a week or ten days, if you made a point of it.”

”I do make a point of it,” Hilda said.

”What do you say to our leaving this bulkhead up as it is, miss, and making a door through it, and putting a small skylight, say three feet square, over the new part? You see, it will be fifteen feet wide by six feet, so that it will make a tidy little place. It would not cost more than the other way, not so much perhaps; for it would be a lot of trouble to get this bulkhead down, and then, you see, the second hand could have his bunk in here, on the lockers, and be quite separate.”

”Isn't there a cabin at the other end?”

”Well, there is one, miss; you can come and look at it. That is where the second hand always sleeps when the bargeman has got his wife on board.”

”I think that it would be better to have the second hand sleep there,”

Hilda said. ”This is very rough,” she went on, when she inspected the little cabin forward; ”there are all the beams sticking out. Surely it can be made more comfortable than this.”

”We could matchboard the timbers over if you like, but it is not usual.”

”Never mind, please do it; and put some lockers up for his clothes, and make it very comfortable. Has the barge got a name yet?”

”Well, miss, we have always called her the _Medway_; but there is no reason that you should stick to that name. She has not been registered yet, so we can call her any name you like.”

”Then we will call her the _Walter_,” Hilda said, for the girls had already settled this point between them.

”And now, Mr. Gill, I suppose there is nothing to do but to give you a check for fifteen hundred pounds, and I can pay for the alterations when I come down next Monday week. Can you get me a couple of men who understand the work--bargees, don't you call them? I want them to take her as far as Hole Haven and a short way up the creek.”

”I can do that easily enough,” the builder said; ”and I promise you that everything shall be ready for sailing, though I don't guarantee that the paint in the new part of the cabin will be dry. All the rest I can promise. I will set a strong gang of men on at once.”

A few days later Hilda wrote a line to William Nibson, saying that she intended to come down with the child on the following Monday, and hoped that he would be able to make it convenient to be at home on that day.

”She is not long in coming down again, Betsy,” he said, when on the Friday the barge went up to Pitsea again, and he received the letter, which was carried home and read by his wife, he himself being, like most of his cla.s.s at the time, unable to read or write. ”I suppose the child pined in his new home, and she had to pacify him by saying that he should come down and see us next week. That will suit me very well. I have a load of manure waiting for me at Rotherhithe; it is for Farmer Gilston, near Pitsea, so that I shall just manage it comfortably. Next week I will go over to Rochester and see if I can hear of a good barge for sale.”